The first three pages.....of 1st draft

Here are the first three pages to open the script up.....Final Draft 7 is being used, but the format did not translate to this post....



EXT. CITY EXPRESSWAY - NIGHT
Time lapse images done in motion capture of various express ways around a major city. Lots of cars, lots of bright skyscrapers...could be any American metro area.

EXT. DOWNTOWN STREETS - NIGHT
The same style of photography races through crowded city streets of abundant night life, both of vehicles and people. Smoke from under the streets reflects to us a cold winter night, but its not keeping the people inside as they are dressed appropriately for the weather.
Camera skips along the streets into...

INT. BAR - NIGHT
At the same pace, the camera enters a bar...a small, sad looking place, dark and dreary, almost impossible to believe some place like this could exist in the scene outside.
The place is small and smoke filled. You can almost smell the stale stink of beer and cigs. A few people sit at the bar, they all look down and out, disheveled and destitute.
The pace of the images slows down as we track into one man sitting at the far end of the bar. An empty glass is in front of him. We can not see his face, as his hair is a mess of dirt, unkept and gray. He pushes the glass away with one finger, slowly, almost as if hesitate.
CUT TO:
ECU OF THE GLASS BEING PUSHED
DISSOLVE TO:
THE SAME IMAGE IN THE BAR
The man stops pushing the glass.  A silhouette of a WOMAN passes in front of us and sits down next to the man. We can hear the clicking of a lighter and smoke trails into the image. All the while the man continues to look down at the glass, finger still pointing on it.
WOMAN
Cold night.
The man does not look up....does not move his finger from the glass.
WOMAN (CONT’D)
Not the kind of night to that I would want to be just wondering around in...aimlessly...almost death trance like....
She tips the cigarette into an ash try that is off camera.
WOMAN (CONT’D)
This is just the beginning you know. All this.
The silhouette of her arm pans the bar.
WOMAN (CONT’D)
Yeah....all this...for what? Mmm.
She pushes the cigarette into the try off camera and put sit out. The smoke trails to the man.
WOMAN (CONT’D)
It’s time to begin. Time to remember who you are..
She starts to snap her fingers once...twice..on and on to a nonexistent beat.
WOMAN (CONT’D)
One two one two one two one two one two...
The man starts to look up and lifts his head to us....we Still can;t quite make him out....
WOMAN (CONT’D)
...one two one two....
Stops. Silent
WOMAN (CONT’D)
Let’s begin.
She quickly aims something at the man’s arm...a quick glimpse looks like it is a syringe of some type....
CUT TO:
INT. SMALL DUNGEON - UNKNOWN TIME OF DAY
A grey stone walled dungeon type room. Dirty, rough cut stone make the wall. It looks old, like maybe in a castle of medieval times.
The camera pans around the walls. There is a television mounted on the wall. Maybe a twenty inch widescreen. A solitary eye fills the screen. It moves back and forth, right and left.
Camera pans past the TV.
 There is a man here, standing against the far wall. He is tall..maybe almost six feet, dark hair cut short but flat and almost greasy like. He looks to be around almost forty. He is wearing a white long sleeved dress shirt tucked into black slacks. He looks unrested as evident of the bags under his eyes...maybe like something out of an German Expressionist Silent movie.
The camera pans around the rest of the room and we stop when we see a door. No window. Just a rusted steel door. It is shut..almost looks bolted.
The man steps in front of the door and tries to push at it. Nothing happens. He tries again and again....nothing.
Without any warning a loud, low sound almost like a deep horn blowing begins. The man backs from the door and looks around, terrified. The noise continues...he covers his ears.
The horn like sound continues. The camera spins around the man as he screams in pain for a little blood is coming from his ears, between his fingers that cover them.
Then, the horn stops. Huge grinding of heavy locks his heard and the door makes a pop sound. He back up in fear. The door opens to a hallway.

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